Kathryn and I tried to go to the post office on Thayer, but the traffic was insane. We finally got tired of trying to find a parking place and went to the market. We'll have to make another bid for the post office later this week. On the way home, crossing the partly frozen Providence River at Point Street, I wished I had brought the camera to get a shot of the city, half shrouded in fog.
I didn't get much work done yesterday. Somehow, it turned into a bad day. The parking fiasco didn't help. Nor did the wind. Wind always puts me on edge. Edginess and boredom, depression and anger. Fun stuff.
Yesterday was the anniversary of Angela Carter's death, and I completely neglected to mention that.
Last night, we saw Sam Mendes' Spectre. While I don't think it quite lived up to the standard set by Skyfall (2012), I enjoyed it very much. It was nice to see Monica Belushi in the role of Lucia Sciarra. At 50 (at the time of casting), she's the oldest actress ever cast as a "Bond girl."
And that's all for now.